Love

I remember wanting so clearly to write about how I got hit by merely seeing a mother so lovingly protect her baby in a crammed bus one warm summer afternoon in Munich. I left this page empty not having enough time to write down my thoughts. But here I am, a year and few months later, spontaneously doing my thing with some things to tell about.

During those months that passed, I embarked on a journey of self-love. A few months into the journey, I found love in the form of a wonderful guy whose name is Mathias. He is a wonderful partner – gentleman, respectful, supportive and loves me flaws and all. We are still pretty much together. And while I also learned to love myself, I noticed myself spiraling back into a web of losing myself recently. Perhaps it is the loneliness of having been apart from my family for so long? Or rejection after rejection in job applications? Failed studies? Vision of my dreams not bearing any signs of fruition? But one thing I have discovered about myself throughout the process is how strong I have become – continuing to stand up for my dreams and still being positive about life.

I still want to find my passion and discover more about myself. I still want to learn to love myself more hoping that one day, I’ll look back on this life with gratitude for having so much love to offer and inspiring people along the way. After all, the truest form of love can only come from within.